July
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Redden eyes that swell with tears That threaten to reveal quite clear The feelings that I’ve kept inside, The pain that I’ve worked hard to hide. Orbs of crimson prominence, They speak of Father’s dominance, But keep it to a whispered hush For I still love him very much. Rosy spheres that do protrude To produce tears that do include My mother’s own for they mingled Just right before her life dwindled. Extruding eyes of ruby hue Are brought forth by my siblings too For since I am not made perfect, They all deny me their respect. I tire of my smiling mask. To both of you, I grant a task. Oh, gentle orbs of swollen red, Convey the words that can’t be said.
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